More from Presque Isle
This was such a lovely place for Jeff and I to spend last Wednesday afternoon. To temporarily forget about cancer, about side effects, about insurance hassles, about the future.
I know I’m supposed to give those worries over to the Father anyway. It’s too much weight, and He wants to carry it. So why do I allow Satan to tempt me to try carrying it alone again? I honestly do not know. He knows it’s my weakness, I guess. This wondering, trying to figure out how I’m going to manage. Nagging thoughts that start with “What if…?”
So away from the ringing of the telephone, from the bustle of the workplace, from the responsibility of a house full of waiting chores we came to this beautiful place and found rest.
We looked out over the lake and God whispered to my spirit, “You can’t see the other side of it, but I can.” The horizon offered one of those natural object lessons that teaches such wonderful truth: there is so much peace in knowing that even though I have no idea how this will all turn out, my God does.
And He doesn’t just know, He’s got it worked out so that it fits beautifully into His master plan. The bigger picture.
God’s good like that.